Who I Am Poem by Laura arwen

I can not
afford to give
up writing
I don't know
which kind of
person I am
but I'm sure
to not be
patient with people
I can not
call myself precisely
because they don't
know what I
am and what
I want from
life
There is no
life for me
in this horrible
world
My perfect domain
is the house
Sometimes I want
to destroy everything
to stay in
peace and in
blissful solitude
It would be
a blessing for
me to live
alone in a
desolate land so
I will not
have problems with
people
I have to
ask myself the
concrete targets and
immediate realization
I would be
indispensable for anyone
but I think
I will not
be ever
Sometimes it's a
tragedy and an
agony think about
who to leave
my precious works
I never get
to used to
work outside the
home because the
house is my
prison
I'm fine at
home because that's
what my natural
environment